In Their Hands ✧･ BARNES ✔

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 "VY ZAKHODITE VNUTR' I SRAZHAYETES' S NEY," the Superior instructed with a firm and demanding, cold stare on his face. He waited for his soldier to walk away and get to do his job, and raised an eyebrow when he didn't. "Oh? Sushchestvuyet problema?" He asked coldly. The man knew that he should listen if he didn't want them to do it again, but he bravely shook his head. You go inside and you fight her. Is there a problem?

   "Ya ne khochu etogo delat'." The man with one arm of metal and one of skin and flesh retorts. He didn't want to do anything that they made him do. He wanted to be the good guy. I do not want to.

   The superior's expression settled into a surprised smirk as he slowly and creepily stalked closer to the man with darker, brown hair. He kept his eyes staring into his as he took steps closer and closer to Bucky.

   "I did not ask what you wanted to do," He laughs with amusement. The darker haired man slightly rolled his eyes away in annoyance before he was slapped across the face. He immediately knew that his cheek was bleeding in his mouth, and he lifted a hand up to feel it. The superior watched and waited for what James had to say.

   "Ya ne khochu prichinyat' yey bol."  Bucky  responds, lifting his chin to stare the superior straight in the eye. He didn't know who the little girl was, but something in him just convinced him that he really didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to see that redhead cry because she was so familiar. He eyes, her nose, her lips. He had seen them somewhere before, and they could never make him forget.They brainwashed him, and he would always remember the woman who had the red hair, green eyes, and small pink lips. He would always remember the little baby in that cell who mirrored her image. They beat him and brainwashed him and again and again he remembers her. He doesn't always remember what they made him do to her, but sometimes he does remember. Right now, he remembered just the slightest bit. I don't want to hurt her.

   It was like the memory was there but it wasn't. He saw small flashbacks of her pained expression and small flashbacks of her trying to push him away. He could never figure out what it was, but he knew it was something bad. Besides that, every time he saw the flashback of her face, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she really was. What he would give to see her beautiful face in person. He just wished that she would want to see him. He had been Bucky as he was thinking in that moment, but he never really got to be Bucky for too long. He was usually forced to be James. James was worse than Bucky, but better than the winter soldier. He wasn't under that stupid spell, but he believed that he was supposed to serve the red room.

   His eyes quickly glassed over with a thick layer of tears that were destined to fall. He didn't wipe his eyes, but he didn't let those tears fall either. He stared at the superior as he remembered the girl's face.